But the key, and I can't emphasize it enough is how wicked the disease is for each individual... the symptoms list is incredibly varied ... and each of these symptoms vary per person in degrees of impact... and each person can have some or all or barely any but one really, really major symptom like a friend of mine who is suddenly blind now because of lesions on her optic nerves. It's just that crazy and horrible. And each time each symptom shows up, it's never the same twice. Some days the nerve pain is excruciating in my feet, other days it's little pin pricks anywhere on my body or it's a muscle seizing up so tight up my back or a "charlie horse" that won't quit up my calves or thighs (spasticity to the nth degree) or forearms that simply spasm repeatedly. Some times in church, I sit with my hands spread eagle because my hands make fists that won't quit aching. Pain. Simply pain. And it's indescribable and unseen.
This blog is therapeutic to share it all. It's a creative outlet to express it without feeling like I'm always whining to others or perhaps not being as "graceful" or "grateful" as I think I should be when I don't feel like it. MS is a really very common disease but very few medical folks know it. Everyone seems to know someone with it but they don't know alot about it.
When I was diagnosed with it, some reactions were, 'Oh, well I know a ________with it and she/he's had a very fine life with no real problems.' Yay, for them, really appreciated that one.
Once again, MS isn't the same for everyone. Mine is primarily SENSORY (meaning lots of pain, mobility issues and spasms/spasticity). Wonderful. No one else's MS is anyone else's MS ever. Essentially, awareness and education seems to be like with any disease, any condition, the key to understanding. I have no illusions about a "cure". Something this vague, this incredibly difficult to diagnose to begin with isn't going to be "cured". But it can be understood better.
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| Now, some days I feel like this picture and totally understand her! |
I remember being happy the day I finally got a diagnosis. My neuro looked at me like I was crazy and point blank said, "I don't know what you're so happy about, I HATE this disease." I said, "I've got an answer finally, after 20+ years, I've got an answer instead of being treated like a hypochondriac all this time!" He just smiled and said, "yeah, we've got an answer."
Answers but no solutions and tons more questions.

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